Beauty and the Brute

by the frustrated writer

When Mark opened his eyes, Izzie saw naked pain and trepidation in them which surprised her. Whatever wall Mark had built to protect him from emotional crises has finally cracked. Warning: scenes written in graphic detail. Please read and review!

2. The Dirty McDeed

I just couldn't resist! I felt a writer's vibe with this pairing! Ho ho ho!

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Izzie gasped and sat upright on the bed. After a few moments of shock, her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. She instantly relaxed and settled back to her fluffy pillow, smiling to herself and wishing she could go back to that dream she was having.

"Hmmm." She had a really nice dream last night. Someone was torridly kissing her, with hands all over the right places, and made her moan and thrash about a lot. Thank God, she thought while shifting to her right side. George and Meredith didn't come home with me last night or they would've checked up on me. She giggled. Otherwise, they would've caught me having a very erotic dream. A strange thought occurred to her at that moment. How was I able to go home? The three of us rode together to Joe's. Like in slow motion, she vaguely remembered George and Meredith telling her that they're going back to the hospital because of a four-vehicle crash, telling her to hitch a ride with…

Izzie opened one eye and kicked the man off her bed with all her might. She instantly jumped up from the bed and ran to get the cordless phone on her dresser. She was about to dial 911 when a familiar voice stopped her. Izzie turned around slowly, cringing with embarrassment.

"Women I go to bed with are usually eager to greet me 'good morning' in more pleasurable ways than that." Stark naked and groaning, Mark Sloan got up from the floor on the other side of the bed, rubbing his butt.

Izzie's eyes grew as round as saucers and dropped the phone. "Can you please cover yourself?! Someone might come inside and see you like that!" Realizing that she too was naked, she angrily snatched a pillow he offered her and started walking sideways to where her robe was.

Grinning, Mark complied by wrapping the sheet around his waist. He sat down on the bed. "Breakfast? I'm ravenous." He emphasized as his eyes twinkled.

Memories of last night came back in lightning speed and increasing clarity. No wonder, my dream felt so vivid. She sat on her Lazy Boy and buried her face in her pillow. "This can't be happening."

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Hahaha! They are so cute! This story is unravelling all by itself. I'm open to all kinds of comments and suggestions.